Hello all! For this week's Wednesday Writing I thought I'd share a little excerpt from my current work in progress, The Heart of Frost. I decided that for next year's Christmas story, I'm going to write it this Christmas, because I tell you, writing a Christmas story in June is tough, especially when you live in Florida.
I mean getting into the spirit of the holidays during the holidays is pretty challenging for me as it is in these parts, so imagine doing it when the weather outside is a glaring ninety-something. To get me into the mood, and what's gotten me absorbed in my story has been listening to Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite and referring to a good deal of visuals. Most of which you can find here in my Pinterest Christmas story album.For my ending, I listened to this song. Carol of the Bells is one my favorites. It's so dramatic and epic.
The Heart of Frost is about the imposing Prince of Frost--Jack, and the Captain of Mayor Kringle's Rein Dear Squadron--Rudy, both of who appeared in Mending Noel, helping out Tim and Noel. Initially had planned to make Jack and Rudy's book the same length as Mending Noel, but as I started world building, I realized it was going to end up longer.
In this book, you get to see more of North Pole City, get to meet the King of Frost--Jack's father, Hollis and Vale which are Jack's cousins--twins, and a couple of other characters. We get to learn about how Jack and Rudy first got together, and the danger Jack faces when Rudy's biplane is sabotaged just a few weeks before the Big Flight--a danger linked to his past and his heart.
What a glorious sight. Jack couldn’t help but linger in the doorway, watching his lover lounging on the blue tufted-velvet davenport, the sides of his bright red paisley robe having slipped precariously open to reveal his bare, tanned leg. He had a book in his hand, and another small stack of them lay on the floor beside him. His hair was roguishly tousled, and his bottom lip between his teeth. The room smelled of cinnamon and spices, and the record player on the small table in the corner played soft Christmas melodies.
Rudy let out a wistful sigh. “If only I had my own handsome prince to sweep me off my feet.”
With a chuckle, Jack walked into the room.
“Oh, wait. I do.” Rudy snapped the book shut and turned his head in Jack’s direction. “Hello, handsome prince.” He sat up, and moved over so Jack could take a seat beside him. Soon as Jack was seated, he slipped his arms around Rudy and leaned in for a kiss.
“How did it go?” Rudy wrapped his arms around Jack, his chin coming to rest on Jack’s shoulders. His expression must have said it all because Rudy’s arms tightened around him. “That well, huh?”
“Apparently frivolity at parties is to be added to the list of activities which are beneath me. I swear if it wasn’t for Kringle, my father would believe he had born Christmas himself.”
“He really is overbearing, isn’t he?” Rudy brushed his fingers through Jack’s hair, soothing him.
“Nothing new.” Jack pulled him close so he could plant a kiss on his temple. “What would’ve become of me without you?”
“Enough of those thoughts,” Rudy said, motioning toward the tub. “I prepared a nice hot bath for us.”
“You waited for me?”
“Of course. What fun is a bath without you?” Without a second thought to the matter, Rudy slipped off the other end of the davenport and walked around to Jack’s side. With a sexy little smile, he got down on his knees and took hold of Jack’s boot, pulling one off then the other. He made his way up Jack’s body, removing his uniform piece by piece and laying it neatly on the tufted velvet until Jack was down to his breeches and white undershirt. A shiver went through Jack as Rudy’s hands slid up his torso, feeling his way up as he removed the soft shirt. Once Jack was bare to his waist, Rudy took hold of his hand and pulled him to his feet.
“You were amazing tonight. Handsome, enchanting, graceful. You should have seen Vixen’s face. He was insanely jealous.”
“Yes. He said if he had known about you, he would have crawled into your bed long ago.”
Rudy was teasing him, but the thought of giving Rudy up for the brash and uninhibited Vixen had Jack shuddering. “He wouldn’t have gotten anything but a frozen backside, if he was lucky.”
“Oh?” Rudy released Jack and walked over to the end of the colossal marble tub. “But he’s very handsome.”
“All flash, no substance.”
“You’re being too kind. We both know he’s a floozy.”
Rudy laughed. “Are you saying you wouldn’t have considered it? Even for a quick romp in the snow?”
“I’d rather freeze my baubles off,” he grumbled, his gaze fixed on Rudy’s face before it moved to those long slender fingers resting on the sash of his robe.
“Jack, please, I’m very fond of your baubles.”
As my deadline for this story looms frightfully close, I shall keep you all updated! Hope you enjoyed the sneak peek!
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